Danny Wilmington uncovers a dark and deeply rooted secret while learning of a plot to eliminate the vampires from the wizarding world. He and his friends must decipher the clues to a much greater demise of the two worlds. His older sister, Amber Wilmington, is forced to make a decision that may very well tear these same worlds apart as a forbidden romance develops between her and a vampire.
This first book of a series takes place in Sacrum Valley, a secret magical town in Little Compton, Rhode Island. It introduces the reader to the lives of two worlds and the conflict it beckons when worlds collide.
Targeted Age Group:: 13-60
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Inspired by a full-time, single father’s desire to provide for his daughter, along with his deep interest and interpretation of the wizarding and vampire worlds. His love for his local community has this epic fantasy littered with recognizable scenery for the MA/RI native. It takes you on a journey that unfolds the realities, doubts, questions, and choices young people of this day and age must face and marries it together with the passion and submersion of the very real, very true vampire and wizarding worlds.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
for me it was about imagery and depiction. I pictured the character in my mind in vivid detail and created their essence in my mind, then I fit them with a name suitable to their character.
Two weeks ago, was the first time she met him. She was experiencing this desire to find ways to continue bumping into him. Aware of the forbidden nature of her thoughts, she always quickly dismissed that possibility— nevertheless—she’d find herself searching for him in the lunchroom or on her way to her next class. She’s not even sure why; it’s not as if he had expressed any deeper interest.
It was undoubtedly an introduction that she’d remember. It happened two Fridays ago. The morning started normal, a chilling wintery breeze, with a grassy lawn and long winding driveway that led to a beautiful tan and dark brown colonial home.
On the second floor, through a pair of mahogany sliding doors—on a balcony—in the bedroom attached to that balcony, lay a beautiful seventeen-year-old girl. Her hair was straight and dark black, shoulder blades length, a feature she got from her mother. Her eyes were a lighter brown and glistened beautifully in the sun. Her body was tanned, and although she was slender, offered noticeable and attractive curves, a trait her father grew more and more concerned with.
Young Amber Wilmington lay on her side. Her eyes opened slowly and uninterrupted. She rolled to her back and stretched her arms as if she were trying to touch her ceiling. It sent chills throughout her entire body. That single moment directly after could almost force her back to sleep. A moment she would have to resist. She sat up and moved to the edge of her bed as she ran her fingers through her hair, untangling it from last night’s sleep.
“Amber!” her mother Carmen called from the bottom of the stairs, waving her wand, sending a gust of wind up the stairs to Amber’s door. The door swung open with ease, startling Amber.
Carmen Wilmington had a beautiful, caramel complexion on an in-shape Latina body. She’d often get looks from wizards around town. They wouldn’t dare act on these looks, but her beauty was unmistakable. She was a Martinez in another life—what seemed like another life. Everything changed when she met Michael Wilmington and married into the life of a soon to be Grandmaster.
“Ugh—my Goddd,” Amber grunted, looking toward the ceiling from her bed, annoyed. She jumped out of bed and slammed her door. “Only two more weeks,” she whispered to herself, walking to her standalone mirror by the sliding door to her balcony, which overlooked her driveway.
Christmas vacation began in two weeks. She brushed her hair and braided it. Outside and further down the long winding driveway, a new hot red convertible Mustang turned in. Scott Fogerty was driving with Jessie Clark in the passenger's side seat.
Scott was a beast of a boy, almost six feet two inches at just age seventeen. He was in great shape with large pecs and biceps and a ripped washboard six-pack, jet black hair and light eyes. He had bushy eyebrows that could use some manicuring and a scar that he got from an elbow to his eye during football practice. Actually—it was after practice in the locker room—horseplay with him and one of the Grandeur twins no doubt. It left that specific spot of his eyebrow without hair.
Jessie, his girlfriend of four years, had shorter dark brown hair, a little above the shoulders in length and hazel eyes with a small, straight, attractive-looking nose and a pair of full lips. Her hair was often frizzy and unmaintained.
Scott liked to drive into school rather than just evaporating there because he could go anywhere after school, and no one would know where they were since they didn’t use magic to get there. Underaged wizards and witches could use magic whenever they pleased if it didn’t oppose any wizarding laws, but it was all traceable until they reached eighteen. It was all logged and easily accessible by the Wizardry, school administration, and the parents of that under-aged witch or wizard. You could cast the Secreshardo spell over yourself and become invisible to traces, but it only lasted for an hour for under-aged witches or wizards. By using mortal objects such as cars, bikes, or skateboards allowed under-aged witches and wizards to move around without being tagged and traced.
As they approached Amber's house, Scott honked the horn twice quickly. Amber was by her stand-alone mirror near her balcony window. She glanced out the window and noticed them waving as Scott pulled around the cul-de-sac.
“Draucius backpack,” she beckoned, waving her wand toward her backpack without glancing at it. She continued to look closely at her eyeliner in the mirror from across the room. The backpack floated right toward her hand; she missed the first attempt to grab it, trying to look at her eyes in the mirror one last time. The backpack bounced off her shoulder, forcing her into the mirror, she regained stability, reached down and grabbed the bag and then immediately headed for the balcony. She stepped on the small ottoman by the chair on the balcony, then onto the rail and hopped off the two-story balcony without a second thought.
“Fethereo,” she beckoned, waving her wand precisely before she reached the ground at full speed.
Directly under her, a large gust of wind blew upward, softening her drop dramatically so that she merely tiptoed onto the ground. She scurried over to the car and climbed in.
“Hey!” she said, jumping in the backseat.
“Hey,” Scott said, looking back to ensure she was in the car.
“Mornin,” Jessie said, turning and tossing a snack bar on Amber's lap.
The front door to the house opened and out walked Danny Wilmington, Amber’s younger brother. He was fifteen. Danny was stunning; he had terrific blonde hair, dazzling blue eyes, and a mouthful of perfectly whitened teeth that drew almost every girl in at school. Even some of the female vampires have been known to stare at times. He wasn’t exactly muscular, but he was athletic, and his hair had style and length. It was faded high and teased over to one side. As he walked out the door, he looked around, took a second to breathe in the frosty chilled air of the winters breeze and swooped his wand.
“Directorium Sacrum High,” he said and was instantly evaporated to the school.
Danny was a bit of a straight arrow, but don’t mistake him for a goody because he was anything but that. He was more of what you could refer to as the ‘politicer.’ He had the teachers, students, and most of the parents eating out of the palm of his hands. He was easy to look at and even better with his words. If you wanted something done, he’d get it done.
The cold winter breeze caused Scott’s beautiful convertible to remain with its top on, but that didn’t stop them from jamming out to some music on the way to school, driving just a little over the speed limit. Amber lived reasonably deep in the woods, which required a long, winding drive to get to her house through the beautiful trees and landscaping.
A blast of speed flew by the passenger side of the Mustang—causing it to swerve into the other lane—then a second blast. Scott regained control of the car and sped up in pursuit of these bursts of speed.
“Scott, slow down; they’re too fast,” demanded Jessie.
Scott stared straight and didn’t slow up. One thing to know about Scott—he wasn’t the type of wizard you’d want to cross. He might be generous and kind, but he was fearless and completely focused on his task at hand. The stop-sign quickly approached—he could see the balls of light up ahead slowing down. Scott came to a short stop sign screeching the tires very slightly. He took care of his car; it was his baby. He immediately took a right and sped up, shifting gears quickly to get to the school entrance.
Ahead you could see the two balls of light—no longer balls of light—but vampires who’d slowed to a walk. They began to cross the street to the side where the school building was. Scott turned into the entrance of the school and quickly pulled right up to them as they were crossing—smug looks on their faces—giggling and shoving one another. He continued driving as if he were going to drive through them. His eyebrows turned in; he was pissed. Who’d these vamps think they were to try to endanger Jessie.
The two vamps stopped in the middle of the road and stared directly at Scott—neither smiling anymore—angry eyed and uninviting. Scott stopped inches from them and revved his engine, getting nearly everyone’s attention in the school lot. The two vampires, Chance Devons, and Edwin Carnegie instigated Scott without saying a word. Their saunter across the street was enough. Chance was the taller of the two, with lighter hair, while Edwin, a bit shorter with a dark skin tone and black hair.
The girls watched the vamps with their wands in hand. Scott revved his engine again, slamming it into first gear, sending the car forward spinning the rear tires. Jessie waved her wand at a puddle on the sidewalk right by Chance and Edwin. The water splashed up and soaked the two well-dressed vampires. They looked down at themselves—then at each other and sped after the Mustang.
Scott was completely unaware of what Jessie just did. He aggressively drove his car to the part of the school parking lot where he usually parked, by the massive stone rock that stood at the tip of the grassy field. Quickly turning around the bend, a little faster than he probably should have, three wizards moved nearly getting hit. They looked cockily back with attitude until they noticed who it was. Being a part of a Wizardry family had its perks.
He quickly pulled into his spot. The girls were giggling at what Jessie just did. Scott was still ignorant, looking at Jessie confusedly.
“What?” he asked bewildered as he reached for his door handle.
“What?” the girls chimed in simultaneously, still snickering.
“What’s so funny?” replied Scott, opening his door and quickly getting out.
The girls made their way out of the Mustang, walking around to Scott’s side. Scott reached back into his car for his bag, unaware that Chance and Edwin were approaching his vehicle. In an instant they appeared, stopping directly behind Scott—still bent over in his car—looking for his bag. The aftermath from the speed of the two vampires blew him forward. Scott quickly regained stability and spun around bewildered and slightly embarrassed. The girls grabbed onto their belongings and held them tightly, inching closer to the Mustang until they were practically leaning on it.
“What the hell?” Scott exclaimed, unaware of who just pushed him.
Scott saw Chance and Edwin and quickly stood up straight defensively. Chance was just as large as Scott, maybe an inch or two shorter. He was the wide receiver for the Sacrum Vamps football team. Edwin was the back-up quarterback for the vampires, a bit smaller than the two but thought he made up for it in looks.
Chance and Scott stood toe to toe without exchanging any words, just aggressive looks at one another.
“Well, well, well. The Wizardry bimbos,” Edwin said, leaning onto the Mustang while reaching for one of Amber’s tightly wound braids.
“Uh—cringe,” Amber said, moving her head away from Edwin abruptly, disgusted at the thought.
Scott grabbed the back of Edwin’s collar and yanked him to the ground—breaking his stare with Chance for a split second.
“Don’t touch her,” warned Scott, returning his stare to Chance.
Edwin hit the ground hard. Chance briskly grabbed Scott’s arm, squeezing it, forcing his fingers deep into his skin. His strength was uncanny. Scott’s arm was pulsating. Indents from Chance’s grip were noticeably visible, but he kept the pain out of his expression as much as he could.
“It was me, I did it, leave him alone!” begged Jessie, storming toward them. Amber reached for her arm to stop her. “You guys almost ran us off the road,” Jessie continued.
Chance kept squeezing Scott’s arm—not breaking eye contact with him. Scott, unable to hide all the pain thrust his head forward with a head butt to Chance’s lip. His head snapped back, throwing him off balance just enough to give Scott the chance to bend down, pick him up and toss him on the ground. Chance took the blow but didn’t let go of Scott, yanking him down to his level on the ground. Chance, bleeding from his lip, reached up with his other hand grabbing Scott’s shirt. He chucked him like a featherweight into the large stone rock wall with such force that a massive piece of the rock cracked.
Scott fell to the ground, rolling onto his hands and knees. He was winded and trying to regain his breath.
“Scott!” screamed Jessie, while Amber stood there, scared, unsure of what to do.
Edwin helped himself up and sped toward the rock wall. From afar—by the entrance to the school was Bobby Jennings—another vampire. He spotted Chance and Edwin in the tussle with Scott.
Bobby was way more levelheaded than these two. He only associated with them because of his position on the football team. Don’t get it twisted, he did have a dark side—as most vampires did—but that was because of his family history and a story for another time. He was the lead quarterback. Although he and Edwin got along, Edwin was very jealous of Bobby and thought he should be the leading quarterback—not Bobby but would never really challenge it because of who Bobby Jennings was.
Chance—up in a heartbeat sped over to Scott, forcing him off his knees from the gust of wind that followed. Scott grabbed him by the waist and brought him to the ground hard. Chance got the wind knocked out of him, allowing Scott to mount him. He landed two solid punches hurting Chance. Edwin came from behind him, grabbing him from the back around his chest and chucking him into the driver’s side door of his Mustang. Jessie rushed to get down near her boyfriend.
“Scott baby—stop this please, walk away,” begged Jessie, grabbing his arm frantically, trying to help him up so they could walk away.
Scott was completely ignorant of Jessie’s request and turned back to look at his newly dented door.
“You son of a bitch!” Scott grunted aggressively, helping himself up with newfound adrenalin.
He swooshed and then flicked his wand toward Edwin.
The spell sent Edwin to the ground in pain. With a look of concern, Edwin began squirming around trying to fight away the pain he was experiencing without sounding like a pansy, quite unsuccessfully.
The ‘Placido Abrupt’ spell tensed every muscle in the body, causing cramping and stiffening, quite undesirable. The spell lasted for about five minutes, but you’d have aching bones and muscles for days. Scott swirled his wand at Edwin, lifting him in the air. Edwin began floating over to the football field.
Chance regained himself and sped toward the rock wall. He punched a crack in the wall with such force that it trembled the ground beneath him for a split second. A huge boulder fell to the ground. Chance sped to it and lifted it above his head. Amber began toward him; she dropped her books and reached for her wand.
“Extrudo!” she yelled.
A massive gust of wind blew Chance off balance—he already released his throw. The boulder was tossed in an unbalanced state and shifted itself to the right—directly at Amber, traveling at a pace that couldn’t possibly stop.
Amber looked up and screamed—kneeling—covering her head. She couldn’t explain her emotions at that moment. It was as if millions of tiny ant-sized thoughts entered her brain and left equally as fast—is this going to hurt? —will I feel anything? —I wish my dad were here. She covered her head, hoping that at the very least she could protect her skull and avoid severe damage. It was the only move she could think of with a moment’s notice. The thoughts continued—Oh my God—oh my God— is this it? —is this really it? —please, no.
Her head was spinning with the possibilities the next two seconds could reveal. She squeezed every part of her body into the smallest ball she could manage. Everyone around them stopped what they were doing. All the students gathered to watch the battle and stood in awe as the echoes from one of the loudest booms came to a silence. Everyone was bewildered, waiting for the dust to settle to see what happened to the beautiful Amber Wilmington.
Amber, waiting for the pain, mustered up enough courage to look through her arms above. She was surprised to see a blurry figure standing above her. Her head didn’t stop spinning. She hadn’t felt this way before, uneasy, unable to control her thoughts, dizzy, weak. She fell to her butt in defeat and looked up.
The blur became apparent, and she confirmed it was Bobby Jennings. He’d punched the boulder into hundreds of pieces which now flew everywhere as students took cover. The gust from Bobby’s speed kept Amber on the ground.
Chance looked over as the smoke cloud settled to see Bobby standing there, looking down at his right hand, bloodied. He was confused as to why Bobby would do this. He completely disregarded the flying stones nearly clipping his shoulder while he stared at Jennings chillingly.
Two teachers came from afar; one swooped their wand, causing all the stones to remain floating in the air. Chance finally broke eye contact with Bobby to run into the field with speed, gathering an injured Edwin and speeding into the woods beyond the football field before any teacher could realize. It was where the teen vampires spent most of their time before and after school—and sometimes during.
The two teachers arrived at the scene, Professor Clifton and Professor Smitty. Scott was utterly bewildered at what just happened. He walked toward his car to see if Jessie was okay, looking over at Amber who was being helped up by Bobby.
“You okay?” asked Bobby softly, reaching his hand out to assist her.
Amber was confused—who even is this? She asked herself—How—Why would he? Her thoughts continued to overwhelm her until her eyes made their way to a soft pair of green eyes with a hint of yellow in them.
He kept his hand outreached, wondering if she was okay. She looked distraught; she wasn’t focusing much. Amber's mind found its peace moments later as she looked into Bobby’s eyes, and yet, she still couldn’t find the words to answer his simple question.
“Uh, yeah,” she muttered absent-mindedly, still looking into Bobby’s eyes as she allowed him to help her up. She quickly broke eye contact noticing she’d been staring quite intensely into those sharp green and yellow eyes. She looked at her elbow then brought her eyes innocently back to meet Bobby’s. “Sorry—I just—it just— it’s just a cut. My arm—it’s on the arm,” she fumbled, unable to regain full control of her ability to move the correct words from her mind to her lips.
Bobby finished helping her up and turned his lips upward. It revealed his straight white teeth. He chuckled. Oddly enough, it was that cute smile and mischievous chuckle that helped Amber regain complete control of her body. She raised her eyebrows as if to say; really, you’re gonna laugh at me right now? She wasn’t mad, not at all. She was intriguingly attracted to this vampire. His eyes smiled with his lips. More importantly—he just saved her life.
“What is the meaning of this?” sneered Professor Clifton. “Who’s done this?”
Scott stepped forward to assume the blame as Chance and Edwin already made their exit.
“It was me!” blurted Bobby without breaking eye contact with Amber.
He was enjoying this brief connection he felt with her. His hand was throbbing. Every so often a drop of blood would find its way down his knuckle to the ground, but he would have paused this moment in time just to look into those incredible brown eyes for another second.
It wasn’t the color of her eyes that made her eyes a pleasure to experience. It was the exact shape and everything directly around her eyes that created this gorgeous gaze that he was enjoying. The way the point at each end of her eyes turned up as she peered at him in a manner that suggested she might be upset with his chuckle. The way her honesty came out at the exact moment she relaxed her eyes. Maybe it was the way her eyebrows accented the features of her face perfectly.
“That’s enough for today, everyone back to their classrooms, you’re late,” guided Professor Smitty—while Professor Clifton walked abruptly up to Bobby with his hands already out.
“As to be expected with you vampires,” jabbed Professor Clifton under his breath, grabbing Bobby by the arm and guiding him toward the school. Bobby took one more look at Amber.
Professor Clifton was an irregularly thin man resembling a pole. He was angry-looking all the time. He taught Spells 101. He despised the coexisting of the wizards and vampires but was too much of a coward to take any action against it. He’d much rather complain about it during his breaks in the teachers’ lounge.
Miss. Smitty, on the other hand, felt we were all equals. A rather attractive professor with light hair and pretty eyes, she was delightful indeed and taught Potions.
Amber and Bobby’s eye contact finally broke as he was abruptly yanked away and escorted to the office.
“Alright students, back to your classrooms,” yelled Professor Clifton.
Everyone piled toward the school building leaving the three by Scott’s car. Professor Clifton turned around at the street crossing and swooshed his wand, releasing all the stones to drop where they were floating. Jessie rubbed Amber's arm with concern and slight confusion.
“You okay, Amber?” asked Scott.
“Yeah—I’m fine,” she distantly replied as she watched Bobby disappear into the school. They knew of Bobby Jennings; they just hadn’t had many encounters with him, if any. Vampires typically avoided interaction with wizards at all costs. The first school bell rang in the distance, leaving Chance and Edwin in the forest—and leaving Miss Amber Wilmington confused as to exactly what just conspired to happen.
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